| MISTAKE By Thom Young Mistakemistake mistake like bluebirds quiet ad singing the regret song it sounds alive it sounds forgotten but I know what she did even the angels do and nobody cries on the outside anymore tears stay warm they stay safe they hurt a little more there inside holding tiger eyes Sada pretty sad gentle rain on Tuesday nights, a ghost in the hall, broken shard promises, and loving again without love. can you hear her now? quiet wings tucked in the past she could have been a dream she could have been orange skies above me. Devillife is often strange the used car lot with the pocket protector dead salesman greasy and nicotine teeth like sodden trench warfare in France circa 1916 he’s got the deal of a lifetime if you’re willing to go down under the desk in the refurnished office. About the Author:  Thom Young is a writer from Texas. His last poetry collection A Little Black Dress Called Madness hit #1 Poetry in Germany. Hi is a 2016 Pushcart Prize nominee and his work appears in over a hundred literary journals including International Journal of Poetry, Poetry Quarterly, 3am magazine, Word Riot, Thirty West, and many more. |